Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
UT,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Nas,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.